The "shoulda been here yesterday" gremlins caught up with me as I crossed into Iowa from Illinois. That's when the rain started. By the time I'd turned south off of I-80 on my way to Missouri, the wind had kicked in, and by the time I reached Unionville, it was pouring sideways. It wasn't a huge front because the next morning was crisp and clear -- gobbling weather. Unfortunately, no one had told the turkeys. Read